"Era 1999: The bell of reincarnation has already ringed, and the fate of the future has long been destined. What the Lord said and what the Creator said was just following the original "reason" of this world.

This is a mad dream composed of cruel, evil, sinister, evil, death, tragedy and fear. The grass will wither, the flowers will wither, the iron will rust, and the people will eventually go. When things that cannot be watched become ordinary, when things that are praised by light become nothing, the world will reach the end of the so-called cycle of reincarnation."——"Dark Book"

"If I remember correctly... I remember correctly, this is the penultimate number of this shocking ordinary thing... Chapter 2. In the words of the Khitan Rises, it is the finale of all divine words." A voice mixed with thick and tenderness, with a rich and hoarse feeling, said in a weak voice that is not very continuous.

"That's right, but I heard that this book is very famous in your world and is an excellent best-selling work. If it were in our world, no one would be interested. In our world, people only have money and interests in their eyes." Another slightly normal young and tender voice responded:

"The skyscrapers and planes created by magic have accelerated the pace of urban development. People no longer care about any slow, difficult-to-understand things in rock and roll and short videos. Spacecraft can walk out of space and board the adjacent planet, and physicists are studying the "rules of God" that are even more mysterious than magic.

"People long for the efforts of this moment to be immediately harvested in the next moment. Any delayed message is a manifestation of sin. Naturally, at such a fast pace, many people will quickly lose themselves and no longer have the literary works that are so profound and need to be carefully analyzed."

"So that... your world is really miserable." The hoarse and weak voice continued.

"But the scientists in my world...they randomly studied are all grand works that Ivan Twenty-second's team could not achieve even if they devoted their entire lives. Of course, I believe that if Ivan Twenty-second was not confused by the fate of an empire's destined to collapse and thought about the problem from a higher perspective of the Cruzed nation or human beings, perhaps disaster would not come. Such rapid development and technological prosperity would also come on this planet. Am I right? 'The Lord of Eternal Red'." The young man asked.

silence.

What followed was the silence of the long night like this dark, tragedy and helpless wasteland. Until the slow and shocking sound of stepping on the water echoed in the empty, dark and humid environment, the creature called "Lord of Eternal Red" sighed slowly, using its already riddled body but still breathing, a trace of flame-type magic power belonging to the gods gushed out, igniting the dilapidated lamps carved with double-headed eagles on the walls of this not-so-wide underground palace hall.

Suddenly, a candle-like flame rose, swaying and emitting a color intertwined with blue and dim yellow.

And what is reflected in this fire is a sleepy face.

Black hair, black eyes, melon-shaped face, very thin.

The boy's eyes were covered with blood, like a worker who had been staying up all night, without any unnecessary vitality for human beings.

Even though thirty years passed, his upper body was still wearing the silver-white guard uniform that was stained with some difficult-to-clean chemical agents when he fought against Ivante, the crown prince of the Sunnese Empire. However, this time, the "Longsword Hammer" medal on his chest had already turned into a brown powder, and the "Sogra City Resident Certificate" that confirmed his identity in his top pocket had long been lost and disappeared.

That's right, he was summoned to this wasteland world by the tragic worker who was summoned to this wasteland world because of the "Machinery Praise" ceremony. The poor questioner who did not go ashore for four times, the sad time traveler who was almost completely taken over by the natives, and the only [orderer] who was selected by gods and forces from all sides, dared to kill gods, and was subject to fate to dig out the mystery of saving the wasteland.

Wright Socrates!

However, as the god "Lord of Eternal Chi", who is in the 15th order, although his body is now bound to this quiet place that is about to be infected by noise, he still maintains the arrogance and condescendence of the gods. He has never heard of Wright's name in the so-called "Roster of Gods of the Creator", nor has he read the title of "Echoer" in the "Reason" formulated by the Creator.

Therefore, even though Wright Sogra has killed a god at this moment, possesses the power of the former deep-sea giant Dipser, and has the power of the previous successors of the red magic source power, the Lord of Eternal Red is still unwilling to "communicate absolutely equally" with him.

After thinking for a little while, the Lord of Yong Chi did not directly answer Wright's question, but endured the pain like cutting the blade with difficulty. He turned his head and looked at the huge stone door in the distance that was covered with dust under the dark blue light, and asked back:

"Have you read the last paragraph of "Dark Book" before you completely fell into a long sleep?"

"Is it a period of two thousand years of age, which is also called the 'last era of reincarnation' by theologians?" Wright asked.

"Of course." Lord Yong Chi nodded with difficulty:

"It is really rare to have such vitality just after you wake up. But I hope that after you have experienced a long sleep, you will not lose all the memories you have obtained. Information is an important thing that Gods like us also advocate.

"Effective information will take you a step further from the mysterious power of the Creator, and you will have more hope to get in touch with the supreme mystery of the universe in the limited life of the gods. But... 'lost information' and 'unknown information' will bring disaster... and death."

"Don't worry, Lord Yong Chi. I was almost buried in Ivant's 'Fire of Heaven', and became an ancient dragon that could not control my body. I tragically slept here for nearly thirty years. I will no longer make a second mistake." Wright said, his voice mixed with a hint of anger and determination.

He walked to the body of the "Lord of Eternal Red" that was almost completely connected to the abandoned ruins behind him, stroked the limbs and torso that had already turned into plant vines, and looked at his extremely beautiful handsome face with red hair for a few seconds, then quickly shifted his gaze to the side and continued:

"The Era Two Thousand: Everything will end, everything will end, everything will end. The Creator did not set a vicious curse and endless anger on this planet he loved most and the continent covering it. He hoped that the life in it could get rid of magic, the fate of old days, ignorance and struggle, step by step to the deepest stars, and help the universe dig this mysterious enough nightmare together.

"But life will always inadvertently move towards the fate of different paths and the world will become a terrible hell filled with one cycle of reincarnation. Immortality will eventually turn into dust and then become immortal again. The plants and trees will also become ashes and then reborn. The dark night will be reborn, the light will fade forever, and the long night has arrived, and Lingdong will approach. This territory will eventually turn into a black cave that is pitch black and empty, waiting for the new life to be born again in the explosion."

"So, 'Echoer' Wright, do you think the world is the black cave or the fire age before life rekinds?" Lord Yong Chi raised his head slightly and asked Wright with a blade-like smile.

"My words..." Letter paused and then said:

"I just think that now is the dawn."

"Dawn? Haha." Lord Yong Chi sneered.

"In the past, in the hundreds, thousands and trillions of reincarnations belonging to humans, humans have never experienced such a long dark and silent era, the wasteland era, or the "Singyuan Crisis", which is more like the longest warning the Creator made to mankind by the help of countless pre-set coincidences." Wright replied.

"Interesting, please continue."

"After the steam era begins, the speed of human technological progress will rise rapidly in geometric multiples. The technological progress that can only be achieved in thousands of years will only take a hundred years in this era, while the so-called "electrical age" only takes thirty years. When it comes to the fantasy "Star Age", it only takes 5-10 years." Wright replied in combination with his experiences in the previous world:

"Human morality and will cannot keep up with the rapid technological development, while ambitions and desires will expand infinitely. When desire reaches its limit, war will come, which is the real reason for the demise of human beings in countless reincarnations in the past.

"But the emergence of the Wasteland Age has pressed the pause button for the madness of mankind. The initial "Singyuan Crisis" eliminated the group with poor physical fitness, the initial two hundred years of reconstruction of strongholds eliminated the group with stupidity, and the next hundred years of removal of evil and irritability, and now, the group with arrogance and interests supremacy will be eliminated."

"Your thinking is approaching the creator of this world and has touched the realm of God, please continue." The Lord of Eternal Chi was a little polite again.

"So, this is an era of dawn before dawn. When scarlet blood splashes on the holy angel territory, cold and darkness will be dispelled by supreme beliefs. Lord of Eternal Red, do you know? Since I woke up from my gray dream yesterday, my senses such as hearing, vision and touch have become very sensitive." Wright stretched out the "dark touch" like the six crocodile tails that could not be retracted from his back, took a deep breath, raised his head and smiled:
Chapter completed!